I can’t sit back down, not with all these
thoughts whirling through my head, clawing to get out. If Shanley’s
infected, he needs to come down here, he can’t go back to
the station, none of the crew can, not if this is the bleed. And
they need to land soon, they need to land now, because if
they die up there in the carrier, how will Dylan and I ever get
back? Assuming we don’t catch the virus, and assuming we get out of
these cells.
I don’t like assumptions, they never pan
out, they’re just false hopes and I don’t need those cluttering my
mind. I need to focus. I need to stay alert.
I pace the cell like a caged animal, trying
to work off the excess energy that makes my hands tremble, my heart
race. With the colonists’ soft shoes on, I can barely hear my
footsteps, and when I r
